Characters from She-ra and the Princesses of Power belongs to Noelle Stevenson and Dreamworks Animation and races and locations belongs to Games WorkShop
(In colaboration with davidomega59)
My War:
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la
Let's start a new life from the darkness
Until the light reveals the end
Sinister faces, growing curses
This is my last war
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Angels playing disguised)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta (with devil's faces)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Children cling to their coins)
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la (squeezing out their wisdom)
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Angels planning disguised)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta (Rastis! Rastis!) (with devil's faces)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Children cling on to their)
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la (very last coins)
Destruction and regeneration
You are the real enemy (Rastis! Rastis! Rastis!)
War!
(My) War!
(My) War!
Rastis! Rastis! Rastis! Rastis!
The reddish sky from the sun setting on the horizon graced the view as it gave way to the night sky. The wind swept the sand across the lonely dunes of The Crimson Waste, which looked blood red in the light of the setting sun. Sands that have been there even before the appearance of any intelligent being on the face of Etheria, that hide secrets and stories that only the desert has witnessed and it has been the desert itself that has swallowed them, while underneath them, unknown and dangerous creatures crawl following what their nature dictates.
At the top of the highest of the dunes stands a tall, slender figure, covered in black metal armor. The breastplate, greaves and boots, as light as they were hard, reflected a certain dark glow as the light reflected off it, while a black mask and helmet also covered her head, hiding her face. In the cavities that allowed her to see, only a void could be seen while her breathing echoed inside. On the front of the helmet was an eight-pointed star pointing towards all the cardinal points.
He stands there, without moving and in the whistling of the wind a whisper can be heard that told him; You know what you have to do.
He raises a serrated sword with markings on the blade. The figure extends two prominent, bat-like metal wings, which screeched as it moved. A metallic screech through the air made it sound like a dour whistle. He mounted in flight and each flap of his wings made the air resound like two heavy metal plates crashing together.
- His anger and ambition never cease to grow. - His black words are carried by the wind.
Krevsly wipes the sand off his visor as the speeder slices through the mounds under the searing rays of the desert sun. The Captain of the Force Catra had sent them to create a perimeter, too large in his opinion, and find more habitants of The Crimson Waste to force them to join the Horde, as well as patrol and notify in case something unusual happened; although perhaps there were too many patrols.
A cloud of sand and dust was kicked up as the engine roared and the pilot maneuvered to avoid any obstacles, followed by another speeder with three other soldiers. Krevsly and Doran had known each other for several years and were part of the same brigade, they had not been on expeditions or been part of missions as large as this one, they only served as relief troops at outposts in the Whispering Woods, so They were taking advantage of this opportunity to have a good time as much as possible since with Captain Catra things had to be done as she said at the time she said it. She was pretty strict for never having gone to Force Captain Orientation.
Doran makes the speeder go up a fairly steep dune quickly followed by his other companions, Krevsly knows that he is accelerating discreetly because he already knows what he is going to do and holds on tight while cracking a smile under his helmet.
The speeder rises to a considerable height on the dune leaving a wake that is carried by the wind, rushing again on the sand both can not help but let out some cheers with emotion. As the speeder slides down the dune, Doran points his finger at something.
-Check it out! – Krevsly turns his head and a pointed object that hides on the other side of a dune. Doran stops the speeder and they wait for their other companions who had stayed behind. Once they reached them they scolded them.
- What are they crazy? – Asks the leader of that team. - Want to get us in trouble?
- There's something there. – Points Krevsly over the dune.
- What do you mean with "something"? – Asks the leader.
- Come on, Leslie. You have to review. – Says Doran accelerating.
- No, stop,! Come back here! – Shouts Leslie to deaf ears. A reptilian soldier speaks in plaintive growls. – I know, Leonard. I will not put this in the report. - Resuming the march behind their companions, following them closely for several meters, they stopped at the top of one of the dunes and there they were greeted by an unusual sight.
A huge pyramid structure. It didn't stick out of the sand, it didn't look like part of it was buried. It was perfectly preserved and there was a sort of doorway at the foot of the pyramid adorned with rows of columns leading to a large door into the darkness within the structure.
-Look at that thing. – Krevsley says. Behind his helmet was a stunned expression at what they were seeing.
- Do you think they were structures of the First Ones? – Dorian asks.
- Who else? – Answers Krevsly. - Let's check it out. -
- Are you insane?. - Leslie asks. – We have to report it so that Captain Catra comes to check or she will hang us for not doing it.
-If we do it, and there is nothing interesting insid, she will do it too. – Replies Krevsly. – Come on, we go in, we take a quick look and we go out.
- Are you afraid? – Incites Doran. The reptilian soldier lets out a roar.
- Fine. – Accepts resigned Leslie. – But if something happens, I will not hesitate to leave you behind.
Making their way down, they leave the speeders a few meters before of the rows of columns begin and begin to walk. The sand was loose making their feet sink to their ankles and they just hoped it wouldn't slip into their boots. As they trudged along, Leslie began to have a bad feeling, the wind had suddenly picked up and she seemed to be dragging a voice. Gyrios, one of the soldiers in Leslie's group, staggers and flails her arms to regain his balance.
-What happened? - Leslie asks.
- I tripped over something, I think. Some of the creatures that live here. - Reply
- I just hope it's not too big. – Doran adds.
- Nah. It must be just a silly lizard. – Says Gyrios, earning a rather angry retort from Leonard. - I'm sorry. -
Arriving at the entrance, they hear the echo from inside and none dare to take the first step. Swallowing thickly, Krevsly steps into it, turning on a flashlight and disappearing into the darkness followed by his not-so-sure companions.
The "so important" meeting Glimmer had to attend was finally over. That didn't mean that she wasn't upset that Bow hung up on her the way she did. The emptiness in the war room was perhaps too noticeable. She listened to the running water in Bright Moon's gardens, some birds singing outside, while the room was illuminated by the natural light that filtered through. She had rarely felt the absence of her friends but in those moments she was oppressive, she knew that when she became queen her responsibilities were going to be increased, but perhaps she had not fully dimensioned what that would imply.
Her aunt Castaspella left for Mystacor the day after her coronation, after all, she was the leader of the place, but she could use some help with something she was inexperienced at. But Bow could be in a compromising situation and the last thing she wanted was for her friends to get hurt, but if she wanted to make sure they were safe she had to protect them herself. But she refrained remembering what her position was now.
Sighing, she gets up from the chair and goes to the exit, opening the door she runs into someone who was just passing by, or was going to enter perhaps. He was tall and slender, with a charmingly fine-featured face, wearing a white robe and a purple pendant.
-Sorry. I didn't know you were there. – Glimmer apologizes. - Who are you? I don't remember seeing you around here.
-I am only an envoy of Mystacor, her aunt Castaspella sent me to look for something that she forgot the day of her coronation. - answered the stranger with a gesture of his hand
- My aunt forgetting something? - Glimmer raises an eyebrow. – Wow, I guess there's a first time for everything, right? - Glimmer begins to laugh nervously. At the null response of the stranger and her expressionless face they made laughter die slowly. – Well I think I'm delaying you in your mission so I'll let you continue. Do you want me to help you? - She asks with bright eyes.
- I'm fine on my own. – The stranger responds calmly. Glimmer looks down.
- Okay. – The queen regent looks at her hands and returns to the table to pick up the communicator. She brings up the idea of calling again, and she once again decides that maybe it's not the right thing to do.
- Is there any problem? – asks the stranger. Glimmer hadn't noticed, but her voice was quite graceful.
- Nothing, it's just that... - He doesn't know how to answer.
- It must be difficult for you to deal with all these new responsibilities —. the man says as he crosses his arms looking at her.
- It is. – Glimmer complains. - I have to see how my friends go out there to fight while I stay here in meetings that don't even have to do with the war. And when I try to talk to them, they came and hung up on me without telling me what was going on and… - She lets out a long sigh, leaning back in his chair.
- That's highly inappropriate. – Glimmer turns to see the stranger. – You are the queen. They should notify you of all kinds of situations, especially in times like these. Your authority must prevail over your relationship. - The stranger approaches her and places a hand on her shoulder. – In addition, it is necessary for the ruling figures to take more sides in this situation. -
- But that's what The Princess Alliance is for. We work together to stop the Hordeans. – Glimmer answers.
- Yes… The Alliance. – Says the stranger. – But you are their leader, Your Majesty. Everyone can come and praise the princesses and remember their brave deeds with great respect, but they will always remember who it was that led them to victory. And who else but his queen? After all, an army is nothing if in the end they don't have a leader to lead them. -
Glimmer thinks about what he just heard. This wasn't about glory, but about the welfare of every being on Etheria, however he had a point. She is now the commander in chief of the entire Rebellion, she is the leader. She had made a promise in front of her people to take back her home and defeat the Horde. She-Ra could be the Princess of Power, but if someone was going to defend the people from her at all costs until the last consequences, it was going to be her.
-What's more. – Add the stranger. – Going into battle must be something… exciting. You were on the front lines for a long time, I've heard tales of great deeds in battle, though lately they relate more to She-Ra than any other warrior within The Rebellion. It must be cathartic to come to the end of the day and know that they have achieved a victory. – He gives Glimmer an insidious look, a look that goes unnoticed by her when she is looking at her communicator. – But, what am I going to know about these matters? Books and culture are what I am passionate about. After all, that's how we are, right? We are moved by different passions. If you'll excuse me, I'll continue where I came from. -
- Oh yeah. I'm sorry if I delayed it. - Glimmer apologizes.
- Do not apologize. – The man answers with a smile as he drags his tunic as he walks towards the exit.
- And what is your name? I don't think we ever introduced ourselves. - Glimmer asks, to which the stranger responds giving her a friendly smile.
- Nesalesh, at your service, Your Majesty. – He says, bowing, and then leaving, closing the door on his way out.
"They should notify you of all kinds of situations."
At that moment he remembers the words he said to her; "His authority must prevail." She takes the communicator, waits a few seconds until Bow's image appears on the screen.
-Did you dare to hang up on me, Bow?- Glimmer asks with a serious expression and her hands on her waist.
- Yes. But only because we were fleeing from the Hordeans." – Answers his friend. Adora's image also appears on the screen – "And now we hide from them. Besides, they have Mara's ship. – Adora looks at him with a frown – What?
- Everything is under contr… -
- Really? – Glimmer interrupts. - That's super! An extreme situation, with odds against it, and me missing out on this boring meeting! – Her emotions were getting the best of her, she went through her mind all the missions in the Whispering Woods to fight Hordeans or the time they took that outpost. She felt a tingle in the small of her back, the meeting was over, she had nothing else to do and she would keep her promise to Etheria. - Okay. Wait. I'm on my way. – smiles and teleports.
- No no no no no no. – Adora yells into the communicator, but Glimmer doesn't hear her and the transmission is cut off.
Mystacor was the most fascinating of the 7 kingdoms of Etheria. A citadel suspended in the air hidden by clouds and built on ancient ruins of the First Ones; a place perfectly impregnable to any siege, unless you have aerial machinery, which the Horde did not have. The lavender-colored fortress was known not only for being the place where all the sorcerers and masters of mystic arts trained, but also for its beaches, its spas, and its aura of calm that gave off ancient wisdom. Sorcerers practicing their runes, channeling their magic, reading their books, and cultivating their knowledge. Mystacor was partially neutral in the conflict between the Horde and the Rebellion, although until recently its leader, Castaspella, had played a more or less active role on behalf of the Rebellion.
Etherian magic was curious, since while only a few could be trained to master it, the magic came from the planet itself and anyone had access to it. But those who could command her felt her flow through their being, through her spirit.
He could feel it and looked down on a place like this not focusing on the study of magic and all its forms in its entirety, and instead being seen as a place for summer retreats. A tall figure in a long white robe that covered his face was walking through the corridors of the place, with a blue pendant hanging from his neck. The runestone on Bright Moon had intrigued him, and knowing that there were other princesses connected to their respective runestones had captivated him. He could see how all the possibilities linked together in all the futures, but he couldn't know everything. It wasn't his gift. So he set out to find out more about them.
As he walked down a corridor lined with statues representing the ancient leaders of the citadel. Coming to a free space he can feel something... unusual.
He uses his own magic to reveal a secret passage, leading to a dark, hidden corridor. Going inside, he walks for a long time in the gloom he sees murals depicting events from the past. A representation of the planet teeming with life, a rhomboid artifact carries a lot of visual weight in one of the renderings and amorphous limbs crawling from a void that reminded his own legions of him.
Going down some stairs, he steps on a rune that causes a wall of fire to rise up before him. He doesn't flinch.
- pคthēti¢ - He says as he resumes his passage through the fire, which was nothing more than an illusion.
Following his path, he turns left arriving at a wide hall enveloped by a celestial aura and in the middle to the bottom he sees a pillar with inscriptions written on its surface. He senses the magic that resides within the monolith.
Raising one of his strange limbs he lets his own energy run through the pillar causing it to split into three pillars and a crystal in the center suspended in mid-air. The surface of the pillars turns dark and red rays begin to emanate from it, so that a few seconds later the monolith recovers its original color.
- ȶɦɨֆ աɨʟʟ աօʀӄ – He says to himself
Returning the way he had come, he hears footsteps to the left of him suddenly approaching and changes form.
Castaspella, lost in her concern for Glimmer and considering whether to return to Bright Moon to help her, is interrupted by the presence of a boy with pale pink skin and dark green hair in a blue robe with gold trim and details.
-Hello, what are you doing here? – He asks kindly.
- I think I'm lost. – The boy answers. – I'm new and I was going to the library to investigate the Runic Stones.
- New?! - Castapella asks, raising her voice a little, but she regains her composure a little because she hadn't notified her, but she felt even more surprised that such a small child would want to read about a magic as complex as that of the Runic Stones. – I can take you there, if you like. – The woman offers giving him a smile.
- Thanks –. The boy returns the smile.
- And what's your name, little one? -
- Zetentch –
Catra couldn't be more pleased with the performance that Double Trouble had given. Adora couldn't tell the difference from her when they fought her in that abandoned crater of thieves and scum, and now she only imagined all the possibilities, surely they would be a crucial addition to the Horde. On the speeder she checks the communicator and notices that she has a message sent a couple of hours ago on infinite repeat.
As Scorpia and Double Trouble talk, well, as Scorpia fawns over Double Trouble, Catra plays the message. She sees a shaking camera in a dark place and the sounds of steel crashing against stone, a woman's screams of horror, and the shrieks of agony from a reptilian soldier. Rough breathing and green flashes of electric weapons and the sound of meat being sliced were the only things she made out in that indecipherable chaos, until she could make out a lizard face that she had seen before; a shiver ran down her spine.
She sees a pair of feet running and sinking into the sand already in what seemed to be the outside, the camera focuses on the face covered by the helmet of the one who sent the message; she had blood stains on the visor.
-Captain! They woke up! The dead…! – Hear as the soldier chokes on something, the communicator falls and sees as the corpse rises into the air, pierced by a stinger and a scorpion tail throws the corpse aside like a scrap of meat and a monstrous roar resounds and the transmission is cut off.
Catra turns to see that neither Scorpia nor Double have heard. Her forehead is covered with sweat and her hands are shaking a little. She feels discomfort on her arm where she had her marks.
-Scorpia. - Call Catra. Scorpia approaches. - How many patrols do we deploy in the desert? - She asks without looking at him.
- Aaaaah, I don't know... Many? - Scorpia responds.
- Call them. Everybody should get out of here. – Turning her back on him, she deletes her message.
- But Catra...
- We'll need them all. – Catra gives a confident smile. – This horrendous place is worthless. Let the thieves and the scum have it. Our prize is elsewhere. – Give Double Trouble a look.
Naggaroth is mostly a frozen country, with frigid winds causing snowstorms and avalanches. The Dark Elves made this place their home after fleeing their defeat in the civil war against their brothers of Ulthuan. Elves are tall and strong, although their build is more slender. Their limbs are long and they have thin, slender fingers. His eyes are large and oval, and his gaze is disturbing, as they transmit an otherworldly wisdom that baffles other creatures.
Although quickness of mind and speed of body are individually useful to the Dark Elves, the combination of the two makes them deadly in combat. Female Dark Elves are just as dangerous as their male counterparts, and just as good warriors as they are, fighting side by side in battle. The wildest are the Witch Elves, the most fervent acolytes of Khaine, the Lord of Murder. They are the cruelest of his ruthless race, the most bloodthirsty, and the most beautiful. Her flawless skin is pale as milk, and her hair is white as ice or dark as night. Their ruthless eyes are pale and their red mouths are always ready to laugh at the pain of others.
Devotedly given to Khaine. They can interpret what their dark and ruthless god sends them.
-He already has a mount. Why give him another? – Inquires a witch elf.
-We must not question his will. Besides, it's for the Witch King after all, remember? – Answers another determined. – Khaine has finally declared himself in favor of the Witch King and we must take care of this egg until he is ready to hatch. This is how it has been interpreted. Who knows what is in store for him? – Takes a dragon egg in his hands, larger than usual. Covered with black and purple scales that give off a certain shine when placed against the light – Yes. This one will be big. Very big.-
This is War:
A warning to the people
The good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian
The martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world
A brave new world
The war is won
The war is won
A brave new world
